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talesofmuscles · 2 years ago

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Payday

Nick Walker rushes home from the gym, barely dressed up, as his burglar alarm alerts him of a stranger in his house. He hastily gets out of his car and locks before entering the house. He sees that his backdoor has been broken and there’s footprints leading to his office. Trying to be as sneaky as his body allows him to, Nick walks to the office just to see a thief barely able to reach his prized golden trophy. Not to let someone touch his hard-earned prize, Nick jumps onto the thief and tackles the small man.

“Oh no you don’t buddy,” Nick says as he easily subdues the small thief under his weight and size, “I don’t like it when people steal my stuff.”

“Get off me you roid ape,” the thief squeals as his tiny thin body wiggles around, “let me go.”

“Not a chance,” Nick says as he presses his body harder onto the thief, “do you think I’m going to let you freely take my things?”

“Yes you will,” the thief says with conviction and confidence, “I’m going to take all your shits until you have nothing left.”

Nick is surprised about how sure the man is. “I’m going to just tie you up then,” he is interrupted when he feels something jab his stomach, “what the hell?”

Looking down, Nick sees the thief punch his rock hard stomach with a ring. Nick doesn’t know if he should laugh or question the tiny man's decision. Something about the little man's action seems confident and strange. Then Nick could feel a bit of a tingle on his stomach, like a tiny itchy feeling. The itch slowly spreads around his abdominal area until it creeps outward onto his pectorals, arms, neck and down to his legs. After the itch has spread, Nick feels a painful and major cramp all around his body. It feels like all of his muscles decide to contract at the same time. The force is so hard he knocks him back and puts him on the floor. The thief chuckles as he steps on Nick with his scrawny leg like he just successfully conquered the big man. Nick feels the man's legs get heavy as his muscle loses its mass and size. His pecs push themselves down as they flatten. His roid gut deflates like a balloon as his hard abs soften out. His shoulder narrows out to make his frame look even smaller. Those tree trunk legs would soon become nothing but pathetic twigs. Worst of all, Nick could feel his cock and balls lose their virility. His once majestic bulge that would push his shorts and undergarments to their limit is nothing more but limped nubs. Nick squirms on the floor as the once giant bodybuilder is now nothing but a tiny twiggy man drowning under his own clothes.

The thief, meanwhile, feels his body charges up with energy. All the strength rushes into his small and frail body. His bony legs start to swell up as muscles build upon themselves. The newly grown weight and size of his legs and feet cause the thief to momentarily lose his balance and stumble backward. As he falls, his butts bubble out and act like a giant muscle cushion to break his fall. When he lands, the power rushes forward. His pants, which are not barely holding onto its seams, bursts as his cock gets hard and girthy. His tiny balls inflate and droop down with fertile weight. The thief can feel his guts bubbling up as layers of strong muscles and fat build up. At first, he can see visible deep abs but his stomach soon puffs up like a balloon, leaving it a circular hard gut. The long sleeve shirt that the thief is wearing stretches with the roid gut but it would stretch even more as his flat chest starts to melon up. The thief arches upward and then down as his back muscles plump up. The sleeves of his shirt explode as his arms expand. His biceps and triceps grow and tear apart every inch of the sleeve until his shirt is a mere rag. His neck thickens as the surges travel upward. His honey face soon restructures to have perfect square jaws and a sharp chin. Finally, his frame stretches out to balance his height and thickness.

The now naked muscled thief stands up and is awed by his new body. He flexes his body and tries to kiss his bicep but his muscular shoulders make it almost impossible. Nick slowly wakes up from the daze and is shocked to see the giant man in front of him. Nick is even more mortified as he sees his body become so frail that his clothes feel heavy.

“Now if you excuse me,” the thief laughs as he easily reaches Nick’s trophy and puts it in his bag, “I have a payday to celebrate.”

“Wait you can’t do this,” Nick's voice has become pitchy.

“Or what?” the thief grabs Nick’s clothes and drops the tiny man on the ground. He is having a hard time tucking his erection correctly between the shorts, “you going to stop me?”

Nick trembles on the floor thinking of what he can do as the thief laughs. The thief gets dressed and grabs some more stuff before leaving.

“See you never, shrimp,” the thief says as he drives off.

Nick is still frightened and confused about what just happened. He sits naked and shook on the floor and just hopes it is just a nightmare. Realizing he might catch a cold or someone would see him like this, Nick decides to stand up to close the door and put up any old clothes he has. Before shutting the door, Nick notices a glowing ring at the steps. Realizing it is the ring that the thief used to do the trickery, Nick chuckles a bit and puts it on.

“No, today is my payday,” Nick remarks.

//Special story for @brandedx2. Thank you for your support!

#muscle theft #outsider tales

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talesofmuscles · 2 years ago

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Sweat It Off

Antoine Vaillant struts into the local gym in the town that he is currently taking a vacation on. Of course, with that size and popularity, he gets a free pass to entrance. Inside the gym, he can see that only the light weights look worn and used while the heavier set is almost pristine. He gives a chuckle to himself as he looks around. Naturally, he is the biggest guy here. He must commend this local gym to have all the top equipment when none of the goers have the size of strength to use them.

Antoine decides to warm up first which attracts even more people to look at him. He knows that everyone loves seeing his muscle curls up and expand; it just natural to follow the alpha. The 6 feet, nearly 300 pounds hunk decides to put on a show. Between each reps, he would strike a pose that causes the crowd to fawn over.

“Thank you thank you,” Antoine puts the weights down and gives the crowd a big flex, “now if you excuse me, I have a big man workout to do.”

After dismissing the crowd, Antoine climbs on a machine and sets it to maximum. Before he can start, a man walks by him.

“Are you the guy that doesn’t rack the weight when you’re done?” the man asks.

“Depends,” Antoine intimates the man with his size, “who’s asking?”

“I’m just doing my job sir,” the man is taken aback, “just being the attendant on duty.”

“Then fuck off and clean then,” Antoine huffs as he starts his set, ignoring the attendant.

Shaking his head in defeat, the man just left the giant bodybuilder to workout. Antoine only stops when he can feel his body pumping and sweating. Grabbing his towel and getting up, Antoine notices signs posting “WIPE DOWN EQUIPMENTS AFTER WORKOUT. NO EXCEPTION.” The big man cannot help but scoff; it’s not like they can throw him out.

As he moves onto the next workout equipment , he can feel someone bump into his body. He looks down and sees a scrawny almost 5 foot guy. The college student who bumped into Antoine profusely apologizes. Antoine is in a good mood today so he let it slide. On the next set, Antoine is pumped as he sets the thing at max again. Before he starts he looks back and sees the college student using the equipment he just used. The sight of that scrawny guy wiping his sweat gives him a sense of pride that people would just do whatever he wanted. As Antoine grabs onto the equipment he gets shocked by something. Pulling back in confusion, the big man thinks it is just normal static build up.

The college student gets shocked as he sets the weight. He yelps and pulls back his hand. The sting lingers as he climbs on and starts working out. The moment when both men start pushing the machines, the sting is gone. As the men push their respective machines, a sensation hits them. The college student feels more energetic while Antoine is getting more tired. Antoine cannot believe his body already gives out what is usually his normal routine. When they finish using the machine, both seem to sweat more than normal which drench their machine. As usual, Antoine walks away while the college student spends his time wiping the machine clean.

For their next exercise, both men pick up their respective dumbbells. Antoine cannot help but look at how small the college student’s dumbbells are. He expects that little guy to be able to handle more than five pounds. As both men lift, the shock comes and goes again. Both men grunts loudly as they feel the pumped of lifting. Today, the dumbbells seem to be just at the perfect weight to pump. Antoine is surprised he can feel this pumped after the first workout but when he finishes, he can’t believe what he’s seeing. In both of his hands, Antoine is holding 1 pound dumbbells and is barely able to hold them up with his massive muscular arms. Looking at the college student, he is perplexed that the twiggy man is curling with 150 pounds dumbbells with ease.

“Alright,” Antoine throws the dumbbells down on the floor hard, “what the hell did you do to me?”

“I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean,” the college student sets his dumbbell down gently.

“Don’t fuck with me,” Antoine walks toward the student, towering over the thin man. “All this morning I had a shitty day because of you,” Antoine yells, “you walked in and ruined my workout.”

“I’m sorry sir I really don’t know,” the meek thin college student says, “if I’ve done anything, I meant no harm and must have been an accident.”

“Why you,” Antoine grabs onto the student shirt and tries lifting him up; somehow, Antoine is struggling even when all of his massive muscles flex. It is like the skinny college student has gained too much weight or Antoine has lost all of his strength. Both of his tree trunk legs shake as he attempts to pick the man that is significantly smaller than him up. Sweats pour out profusely and Antoine breathes like he is trying to do a deadlift.

The college student sees how much Antoine is struggling and wants to stop this fight before the bigger man gets hurt. He places his hands onto Antoine’s hands which shock them both so hard, they get separated.

“See,” Antoine yells as he stumbles backward, “stop doing that.”

“I don’t know,” the college student looks at his hands confused, “it’s not me.”

“What’s going on,” Antoine’s body shakes and tingles. When Antoine looks back at the mirror, he sees that he's getting shorter. “What the fuck?” he yells in horror as the ground is getting closer and closer. His bones compress onto itself and it is painful.

“Make it stop,” Antoine screams as he is now a 4'9 muscle ball rather than a man.

“I don’t know how,” Antoine looks up to the source of the voice and sees a tall slender body looking down at him. “Everything is so small,” the 6’7 student says.

Antoine tries to run away or wake up, anything to escape the situation. As he takes his first step, his thick muscles lock onto each other and he quickly stumbles and falls down.

“Are you ok?” The college students reach down to help which causes Antoine to panic and tries to crawl away.

“Don’t touch me,” Antoine yells again but it’s too late. The student’s finger slightly brushes against his pecs which sends another sock between them.

Both men moan at the same time as the shock arouses their cocks. Antoine workout shorts tents up as his thick 10 inch monster is awakened. The college student’s shorts show little to no changes as his tiny 1 inch cock rises up. When they both look at each other, it seems their cock is facing toward each other. Both men moan as again as the shock travels from Antoine toward the student.

“No!” Antoine reaches out to his dick knowing what is about to happen. His thick muscle clashes for space as his arms make a futile attempt to reach his cock.

Both men look and feel the sudden orgasmic change happening to their body. Antoine’s tent pole is noticeably getting shorter and thinner as his shorts fabric slowly gets flatter and flatter. Inversely, the college student’s shorts begin to make tearing noises as his bulge gets fatter and longer. The transfer keeps going until the tall slender student is holding a 13 inch hard cock. A proportional anomaly as it is the thickest thing on the student body. Antoine wanes as his pride just disappears in front of him. The fabric of Antoine shorts only rubs against his baseball size balls as his quarter inch cock is too small to be touched.

“Make it stop,” Antoine now pleads with the student, “I don’t want this anymore.”

The student takes a breather from viewing his cock magnificent growth. He looks down at the ball of muscle in front of him.

“You were being very rude to me earlier,” the student crosses his bony arms across his flat chest, “and breaking the gym rules.”

Antoine looks up at the man. “I’m sorry ok,” he is desperately saying anything to please the tall skinny man, “I’ll do better. I’ll even send you gifts for this.”

“You're not sorry,” the college student grabs Antoine fat balls with his boney arm, “you just want to get out of this situation and never face it again. You know what, I will help you by making you learn to be kind and thoughtful.”

“No please,” Antoine arcs up and cums. In a flash, his shorts just lay flat on where his bulge used to be. The only thing that is stretching the shorts now are his massive legs. “Don’t do it,” Antoine tries to sound commanding but his pitch increases as his balls shrink like raisins.

“I never want to hurt you,” the student's voice deepened as his balls swung heavily with his cock. His demeanor changes but not his compassion. “You use your size to bully others and get what you want,” the student continues and he holds up Antoine into and embraces easily like holding up an inflatable ball, “now you have to learn to be small again.”

“No don’t,” Antoine protests as he wiggles around in vain. Every movement just makes the transformation faster. His wide shoulders retract onto each other, making his whole body look even smaller. His arms deflate as the giant balls of muscle on his biceps flatten out until they just look like sticks. His massive legs’ muscles collapse onto themselves which makes his shorts and shoes slip down and out those slender legs. His pumped pecs shrivels up and pushes themselves backward onto his body. His abs soften and lose their definition until he is left with a tiny fragile body. A small 4'9 man with half an inch erect cock and and raisin balls that has never workout before is what Antoine looks like now.

The student, however, gets a massive boost. Shoulders push outward from each other as muscles build up from his neck down his back. His arms explode in size as the once bony arms are now packed with powerful thick muscles. Without even flexing, his arms could easily be compared to the size of a basketball. His stick looking legs stretch the remaining of his tiny shorts on his body. As the muscles inflate, veins bulge out to support the now massive trees that rip the shorts into pieces of fabric. His pecs swell up like someone pumping a balloon. The flatten chest rises up into huge dunes of muscle then becoming massive mounds of muscles. His stomach stretches out as each session of it builds up their own bumpy muscles, creating perfect abs on his body. What was once a tiny weak looking man is now a 6’7 muscle god with swinging orange size balls and a thick 13 inch cock.

“It feels so good,” the student flexes his godly muscles as his booming deep voice spreads across the room.

“Give it back,” Antoine hits onto the student's massive mountain of a chest, “that’s all my hard work. It’s not fair that you get all of it.”

“Why should I?” the student glares at Antoine, “In fact, I will just leave you like this so you can learn to be nicer to others.”

“I promise I’ll change,” Antoine begs, “just give it back.”

“Then prove it,” the student’s voice bellows.

“I can’t,” Antoine stammers, “I’m too small and weak. I can’t even lift those dumbbells.”

“Convenient excuse,” the college student sets Antoine down, “now I’m going to get changed. You will clean it up when I get back, understand?”

“Yes,” Antoine meekly says. As the student leaves and picks up Antoine ‘s clothes, the tiny man tries to rack back his dumbbell up. They are so heavy even though it is only 1 pound that Antoine is struggling and sweating from trying to lift them up. Before he can successfully do it, the attendant of duty walks up to him. With his current size, the once unfit small attendant is now an intimidating looking man.

“No clothes, no service buddy,” the attendant says.

“But…” Antoine tries to explain.

“No but,” the attendant grabs Antoine and brings him out of the door before throwing him out, “get some clothes then maybe you can get back.”

“Wait no,” Antoine tries to reenter but gets kicked out again, “someone in there had my clothes you have to let me in.”

Antoine is completely defeated, alone and naked as he hears the front door gets locked.

#muscle theft #outsider tales

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talesofmuscles · 2 years ago

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Shaving Off Some Weight

Christopher stares in disbelief as he has not shed a single pound of fat during his three months of workout; instead he is gaining more. He follows all the instructions, all the diet and all the tips yet he still stays the same. Feeling so defeated, Christopher cannot help but cry a bit. The chubby man always wants to get his dream body and he works hard for it. He even pays extra to be a part of the premium membership of the Go-Go Gym. Maybe it is just a mistake, he thinks. Christopher makes up his mind and decides he will cancel his membership after this month. He is just going to use the gym benefit until the end of month. After all, what good is working out when you gain more weight than you started?

“Hey there,” a man sneaks up behind Christopher, which makes the large man jump, “I heard someone crying and just want to check up.”

“Ah everything is alright,” Christopher lies as he scratches his beard, “it’s nothing really.”

“Well it is not nothing,” the young fit bodybuilder smiles, “a member of my gym is facing some hardship, so it’s my job to help. I am The Trainer here, love.” The Trainer winks and smiles.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Christopher looks away in jealousy. He knows he should not be bothered by the sight of a fit young man making him feel so much worse about himself.

“Try me,” The Trainer crosses his arms.

“Well first of all,” Christopher takes a breath, “I’ve been doing everything I can to lose weight, to get into shape. While you guys just have it so easy and walk around with such a nice body. It’s not fair that I spend so much time and energy just to know I can never get what I want.”

The Trainer thinks a bit of Christopher's situation. He wants to encourage the big man but doesn’t want to say the wrong things.

“Can I see your membership card?” The Trainer asks.

“Sure,” Christopher sniffles and gets the ruby red card out, “I’m cancelling next month anyway.”

“Hold on,” The Trainer yells in surprise which also surprises Christopher, “you’re THE executive member?”

“What?” Christopher is confused, “I don’t think so, I just pay for premium level. I cannot afford any higher.”

The Trainer smiles as he approaches Christopher. He puts his arm around the big man's shoulder and pulls out a silver card. “This is a premium card,” The Trainer explains, “you have the executive cards. It’s a special thing that we do here. You don’t have to pay for anything. Hell, I'll give you a refund for this month.”

“I don’t understand,” Christopher says, “that must be a mistake then.”

“No mistake, love,” The Trainer winks again, “it’s a giveaway event we do every month. You’re the lucky winner for this month.”

“I am?” Christopher feels a bit better about being lucky, “what do it get.”

“Private training with me,” The Trainer proudly announces, “you will get in shape in no time.

Christopher's eyes droop again which shocks The Trainer. People usually are excited to train with him but he never sees anyone who is sad about it.

“Sorry,” Christopher says, “but you can’t work miracles. If I can’t do it for three months, how can you do it in one?”

“How about putting a little trust in me,” The Trainer pats Christopher's shoulders, “I promise it will work.”

“Fine worth a shot,” Christopher shrugs.

“Not with this attitude,” The Trainer cuts Christopher off and gets serious, “I swear I will give you that perfect body. Now you have to believe in yourself again.”

“S…” Christopher is taken aback by the sudden change of demeanor, “sure I’ll try my hardest with your training.”

“Great,” The Trainer drags Christopher with him, “now follow me big boy.”

They walk together toward a seemingly normal white wall. When The Trainer hovers Christopher’s membership card in front of the wall, it splits into two and opens up. The men enter the secret room before the doors close up. Inside, Christopher can see stange workout set he has never seen before. Everything there has a tint of red to it. Even the weights are custom made.

“Welcome, love,” The Trainer introduces Christopher, “to your private gym.” The Trainer presses a button to pull out a screen. “Based on your logs,” The Trainer reviews, “you have been able to move up the weight level correct?”

Christopher nods. It is true that he has gotten stronger than before but it just makes him feel slower and heavier.

“Then how about you show me what you can do?” The Trainer puts his screen down, “and we will work on from there.”

Christopher hesitates at first but he knows he might as well take full advantage of this opportunity. Grabbing some weights and rack it on, he starts lifting in front of The Trainer.

“Impressive,” The Trainer compliments, “you even out lift me. Hey maybe you could be my trainer, love. Just kidding.”

Christopher smiles a bit as he has never been showered with compliments before. People usually just mock him for his looks rather than his strength. Once he sets down his weight, The Trainer swoops into action. At first he shows examples of newer and stronger exercises Christopher can do. The Trainer promises Christopher that these exercises are unique to him, and him only. It will definitely help him achieve his goal.

The first week was uneventful. Come in, workout with The Trainer for a couple of hours then leave. Although Christopher must admit that the young hunk reignites his passion for working out. Being there and working out with him make Christopher feel less alone.

The second week is more interesting. To encourage Christopher even more, The Trainer decides to workout side-by-side with Christopher. It somewhat excites Christopher, sometimes turns him on. Christopher’s hope revitalizes as he sees that he has got rid of the new weight he gained.

The third week is getting more, hands on. Inside the red gym, The Trainer guides Christopher with touches and supports. The closer Christopher is to The Trainer, the more irresistible the young hunk is. Every time Christopher gets too hard, The Trainer would help him out. Christopher loves to see the face The Trainer makes when he gives Christopher an encouraging blowjob or congrats Christopher by riding his massive cock. Christopher stays at the gym a bit longer. At the end of the third week Christopher is surprised that his big hanging belly is virtually almost gone. All the fat flaps tighten up to give his body the definition it lacks. Best of all, he can see his jaws getting more angular.

The fourth week is getting more heated. It is the last week before Christopher’s exclusive benefits expire. He works extra hard. Christopher even be in the red gym before The Trainer even shows up. Of course, that means The Trainer also workouts extra hard with Christopher. The more they work together, the more Christopher feels pumped and invigorated. The occasional blowjob and fucking no longer suppressed Christopher’s increasing libido. Now while working out, Christopher also pounds The Trainer’s ass and mouth. He lifts and pushes everything on his body to his limit. Every time Christopher cums is a moment of victory to him. The Trainer enjoys every moment of his trainee working hard and making progress. He also loves that a giant man like Christopher would bury the massive thick sausage of dick inside him. He loves feeling the power Christopher provides during his workout. Finally, on the last day, Christopher pulls out of The Trainer, now loose, ass. He just finished his workout and wiped everything off before putting things away.

“Thank you for helping me,” Christopher shyly says, “I’m sorry I was being harsh on you. I was just…”

The Trainer shushes Christopher off with a kiss on the lips. Christopher looks up with surprises as he sees the young hunk’s eyes start glowing neon red. The kiss is deep and passionate. It also feels refreshing, like his body just lightened up.

“You are the best trainee I ever had, love,” The Trainer parts his lips away from Christopher’s, “how about looking at the final result?”

The Trainer leads Christopher toward a locked room in the red gym. With Christopher's membership card, the room is unlocked and revealed to be a mirror room. Christopher walks inside and is in awe of what he sees. The man in the mirror has the perfect angular jaws covered with a thick bushy beard. His body is big and thick with powerful muscles. Christopher strikes a pose as test and he could see each part of his body expand beautifully with a flex. He is still in disbelief.

“You did it,” Christopher says, “you really let reach my dream body.”

“Actually it’s all you,” The Trainer smiles, “all these time you were working hard on to improve yourself. I merely give you tips and exercises. You did it by yourself.”

“But all the excess weight,” Christopher argues, “I couldn’t get rid of before.”

“That part is on me,” The Trainer admits, “seeing you work so hard, I decided to give you a boost. I drain out all your excess weight while making sure there's enough to nurture your muscle.”

Before The Trainer can explain more, Christopher grabs him and gives him a big tight hugs. It is probably a bit too strong and tight as The Trainer is wheezing for air.

“Now before you leave, love,” The Trainer winks at Christopher with his neon red eyes, “how about you thank me. I want to feel all of your hard work.”

Christopher's eyes glow a faint red as he grab onto The Trainer. Without prepping, he buries his thick cock inside of The Trainer ass. It is so loose yet so good to use. The Trainer smiles as he caresses Christopher's face.

“You did it wrong,” The Trainer says as he takes control of the situation and start riding Christopher cock, “you have to like this.”

The sudden shift drives Christopher mad with pleasure. He can’t speak with all the loud moaning and groaning. The only things he can do is to flex for The Trainer as a show. His pecs, which were so flabby, are now two hard basketballs of muscle. His stomach, while still bulging out, is as hard as concrete. His arms and legs are just magnificently swollen with power that each flex makes Christopher feel bigger. His cock and balls never changed size but because of his trimmed down size, they look like they got inflated with testosterones. After a constant riding from 20 whole minutes, Christopher finally gives out and cum inside The Trainer again.

Before Christopher heads home, he turns to the reception. With a smile, he hands his card to the receptionist.

“Please change my membership to annually,” the big manly muscular man says with glee.

Epilogue:

“Sculptor pleaseeeeee,” The Trainer pleads to The Sculptor who is running on the treadmills.

“For the last time,” The Sculptor answers, “I am not going to tighten your asshole.”

“Don’t be an Angry Bastard,” The Trainer huffs, “it’s not my fault Christopher was bigger than I thought.”

“Maybe if you stop being a Horny Idiot,” The Sculptor sneers, “then maybe we won’t have this conversation.”

“I’m telling Papa Bear you’re being mean to me,” The Trainer pouts.

“Are you 8?” The Sculptor shuts the machine as he cooldown, “I am still not going to do it.”

“Come one it’s easy for you,” The Trainer wakes awkwardly with The Sculptor, “besides it’s just a quick fix up.”

“Fine,” The Sculptor says, “I’ll do it.”

“I knew you would help your best friend,” The Trainer hugs The Sculptor.

“I was dying to test out a new technique,” The Sculptor gently smiles with a glow of ember blue in his eyes, “and you will have the honor to be the first to experience it.”

“Wait,” The Trainer gulps as he realizes his mistakes, “it doesn’t hurt right?”

“It is a hundred percent safe,” The Sculptor answers.

“But it won’t hurt right?” The Trainer asks again.

“It is very safe,” The Sculptor answers.

#muscle theft #weight loss #The Trainer #Go-Go Gym

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talesofmuscles · 2 years ago

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Harness of Confidence

The first time I enter the gay bar by myself I did not expected the bartender to give me such a big “uniform”. I told him that he gave me the wrong size but he insists that it is the right one. Of course when I put it on, it slides left and right as if it tries to escape the skinny smooth body. I feel very shy and self-conscious walking around holding onto my oversized harness and underwear. Everyone here is so fit in with their role and enjoying themselves. Of course, me looking like this attracts the attention of the meanest guy in the bar.

He was around 6’3 compared to my meek little 5’4 self. That man is nothing but pure manliness from head to toes. His muscles are sculpted perfectly and align with a slight forest of hair. His pecs swell against the harness tightly like it is about to snap the leather band. His underwear barely able to contain his thick throbbing cock cover with a layer of pubic hair. He shoves me down onto a couch and presses his big body on me. Of course, his weight crushes me and I cannot do anything to fight back.

“I think you got the wrong costume, twink,” the big man says as he pushes his pecs onto my face, nearly suffocating me, “enjoying how this big alpha is treating you?”

I tried to respond but my voice just muffled between his pecs. I guess he already knew how much he’s turning me on. My pathetic 2 inch cock barely makes any marks on this giant underwear I am wearing. However I can feel this big guy cock flying out of its container and pressing against my lean body. If I can estimate it should be around 7 to 8 inches long and with a girth wide enough to let me know how it would be inside me. Finally he let me go so I can gasp for some fresh air away from his musk.

“You’re a first timer,” the big muscle guy comments. “Even better. It is rare to meet someone new I can use.”

“Please be gentle,” I wheeze as my body got hot. I know that the situation is heated but my body feels like it’s on fire. I start to sweat more than usual.

“I get to decide here,” he shouts as he pulls my harness, almost taking it off, “but first I want my muscle to be worshiped. Hands on my pecs, bitch.”

With a single command, I cowardly put my hand on his hairy pecs and move around. He makes sure to flex and bounce his meaty chest. As I move around, I can feel them getting smoother and smoother. Strange I am sure he has a lot of chest hair. My body feels hotter like the place does not even turn on their AC. I feel rough, like my body just somehow grows thick, bushy hair. He is still sitting on me posing like a god.

I feel so horny. Is it from just worshiping? Am I this pathetic? My cock is raging and throbbing like it is about to bust. My hands are still kneading this guy's big chest while my cock is on fire.

“What the fuck?” The big guy yells as he turns his head around, “get the fuck off me, twink. Who do you think you are? I’m the top here.”

As he leans back I can feel a shock of pleasure. I moan out as my cock is enveloped by something warm and wet. I look and can see his cock start to get small. I must be dreaming but I can clearly see the once big majestic meat rod shrink and recede down my stomach. The big guy seems to get angry and grabs onto my shoulders to push away from me. Surprisingly, with my two twig arms, I pull him back with ease like he weight nothing.

“What the hell are you doing?” He screams, “get off me.”

His voice starts to get less commanding and more pitchy. Like I am no longer afraid of what he said and more inclined of what I should do. Thrusting my hip I can feel my cock inside his tight ass travel upward. It feels like my cock is somehow inflating inside his tight virgin ass. 5 inch, no it’s 7 inch now. Wait my cock grows out to be a full foot inside the man. My balls swell up with vitality and a forest of hair grow to cover them.

“Get off,” his moan is in such a high pitch it surprises us both, “please.”

His demeanour starts to change too. His pushes and gestures become less aggressive and more desperate. I feel like I need to double down and teach this guy his place. Leaning forward with my face onto his hairless pecs, I thrust more. I can feel the euphoric rush hitting me. It feels so good and it feels right. I feel strong and comfortable with this position. My body feels like it’s getting harder and stronger.

I can feel the guy’s pecs slowly pushing back onto his own body as it covers less and less of my face. The once cocky big alpha hunk’s body starts to collapse in on itself. His muscles shrink back until they are just average size. His square handsome jaws soften out and now he’s just an average looking guy. Not too skinny nor too built.

I, on the other hand, feel hotter and more itchy. My body sprouts even more hair and my face is lush with a big beard. My face feels weird as my jaw gets more angular and bigger. I grow taller as I meet the guy eye to eye then he is now the one pressing his face on my hairy chests. Of course, my chests start swelling up into two meaty balls, stretching my harness to its limit. When I flex my grown arms I can see that it is bigger than the head of the little man laying on my body. My shoulder widens as I can feel embrace on the tiny man getting more awkward of our size differences. I let out a moan which is so deep that would make my old self jealous and on the knee.

The tiny guy is shaking from shrinking down with my growing cock inside him. He both moans in pleasure and pain. His harness slipped off his average looking body.

“My muscles,” he tearfully whimpered , “what did you do to my body?”

“I don’t know,” I say as I flex, “but this feels right.”

“Give it back. Please,” he tries to be forceful but seems like he’s more shy and polite now, “I’m sorry.”

“Not until I have my fun first,” I respond as I lay back, “what’s your name?l

“Markus,” he answers as he moans from my cock shifting inside him. Just like that, the small man cum with his tiny nub of a dick.

“Well Markus,” I smile, “if you please me, master Chris then maybe I will find a way to give you back your body.”

#muscle theft #outsider tales

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talesofmuscles · 2 years ago

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Lighten the Load

“Welcome to Sculpting Wellness,” the man greets the customer that just passed through the door, “Mr. Neil I presumed.”

“Nah bro,” the big young man says as he leans over the counter, “I’m Theo. Little shrimpy Neil was nice enough to give me this ‘exclusive life changing experience’ for free.

“Very well,” the man barely reacted to Theo's answers. Instead, he pulls out some papers and hands them over to the young muscle man. “Please read and sign Mr. Theo,” the man continues to monotonically speak, “I am going to ask you 3 questions. Please answer them to the best of your abilities.”

“Hell yeah man,” Theo does a double biceps pose, “get to know the amazing Theo.”

“What service would you like to receive,” the man's eyes have not left the computer screen.

Theo looks around to find a list or something similar. “I don’t know,” Theo is confused. What kind of massage parlor is this? It does look really nice and expensive but there is no service being marketed.

“Just choose one sir,” the man stands there as he watches Theo being dumbfounded.

“I guess just help me to lighten up my body,” Theo scratches his head, “you know being the biggest and best bodybuilder in the gym is not an easy thing.”

“Great,” the man interrupts Theo before he can continue to brag, “which part of your body would you like to be worked on the most.”

“This big boy of course,” Theo grabs the bulge on his pants and gets close to the man, “everyone loves to give my big snake a pet.”

The man tries his best to ignore Theo advances as he keeps on typing. Theo notices that the man typing is more aggressive. With a smirk, Theo gets closer and tries to get the man to give him more attention. He loves it when he can flaunt his body and people would pay attention to him. After all, he works hard to be big and attractive.

“Come on babe,” Theo leans so close his face almost touches the man’s face, “what else you want to marvel about big Theo? Don’t be shy, I will let you blow me for your hard work too.”

“Favorite color?” The man looks up at Theo with a glare that makes the young bodybuilder jump backward. Something about that flash of anger makes him fear for his life for a moment.

“Blue,” Theo composes himself, “the navy blue. Dark manly one, don’t give me the sissy light blue.”

“Blue is blue,” the man’s response is strangely calm now, “don’t make a fuss out of it.”

“Right,” Theo nods as he still processes the weirdness of the interaction.

“Please go right in,” the man opens up the door to reveal a grand room with a single royalty looking bed in the middle. The whole place is magnificent. Every detail and item is so well-crafted and elegant that Theo just becomes afraid to touch them. He does not want to pay for damage on his free trip so he awkwardly walks toward the bed.

“Do not worry,” the man looks at Theo's movement with a hidden smirk, “these are specially made to handle big kings like you.”

“Oh so you were just teasing me,” Theo walks to the golden bed. Before he sits down, Theo decides to squeeze the man’s butt. “So tell me what’s your name, little cutie?”

“Simply just call me The Sculptor,” the man introduces himself, “I will be the one to give you the life changing experience. Now your majesty, please undress.”

“Already eager,” Theo proudly laughs as he quickly takes off his clothes. He sits there naked and does some more poses to impress The Sculptor.

“Let see,” The Sculptor examines Theo's body carefully. His hands carefully touch each fold between Theo's impressive muscles. This strangely just turns Theo even on. He cannot help it and gets hard in front of The Sculptor. Taking the opportunity, Theo flaunts even more with his hard 8 inch cock out.

“You really work your magic,” Theo winks at The Sculptor.

“We haven’t started your majesty,” The Sculptor smiles at Theo. A fake gentle smile that looks like he is at his wit's end. “Please lay down as I please that big body of yours.”

Theo smiles and complies. He knows if he acts big and mighty, people would treat him as such. When Theo lays down, The Sculptor puts a towel over the young man’s eyes. Theo can smell something nice and soothing. It makes him relaxed and drowsy. The Sculptor begins his massage. His hands knead Theo’s muscles easily and somewhat smoothly. Theo can not help but to groan and moan from time to time.

“You’re not lying,” Theo drowsily says, “this feels incredible.”

“Thank you for the kind words sir,” The Sculptor nods as he squeezes Theo’s shoulders like they are made out of clay. The man then goes down to play with Theo pecs and abs like dough. With each stroke, Theo’s moaning starts to get louder and louder. Theo cannot believe he acts this vulnerable to a smaller man. Theo’s body fidgets as The Sculptor starts massaging his tree trunk legs. Those legs are tougher than concrete but somehow The Sculptor is able to easily squish them like jello.

“Please turn around.” Theo is a bit shocked from the sudden stop but realizes The Sculptor wants to massage his backside. Sluggishly turning around, Theo cannot help but moan when his frontside skin makes contact with the soft silk sheet. The moment Theo feels The Sculptor hands on his back, it becomes unbearable. It's like there’s a pressure building up inside him; instead of bursting, that same pressure keeps building up past their limit. His whole body trembles with each stroke, each knead. The pressure is unbearable, but he is too relaxed to move in protest. Theo lets out sharp yelps and groans when he feels his big juicy butts are being squeezed. He cannot help but start drooling as The Sculptor magical hands professionally massage his body.

The Sculptor then easily flips Theo's big muscular body around. Theo is too shaken up by the pleasure to even realize how wrong that would be. He just wants to be touched by those magical hands more. His body seems like it cannot function without that man's special massage.

“I feel… so heavy,” Theo stutters, “don’t stop what you are doing.”

“Just be patient, my king,” The Sculptor says as he oils his hands, ready for the finale.

With both hands, The Sculptor strokes Theo’s painfully erect cock and tighten balls. With the swift and slippery motion of hands, the man drives Theo crazy. It is like The Sculptor himself prevents Theo from releasing the pressure. Theo is powerless to do anything. All he can do is lay there shaking, moaning and suffering with the build up. He want to sit up and grab the man to use him as fuck toy, but sitting up is so hard to do. Theo feels like there is a crushing weight on his body, unable to lift up.

“All kings afraid of being powerless,” The Sculptor tugs Theo’s genitals, “don’t you agree?”

“What do you mean?” Theo can’t even finish that sentence with interruption of other noises he makes, “what are you going to do?”

“Just as you wanted,” The Sculptor eyes glow a gentle hue of ember blue, “lighten up your body.”

“Wait,” Theo is not scared of the person in front of him, “don’t hurt me. I’ll fight you.” Theo tries to ball up a fist, but even that is impossible. He wants to stand up and run, but his body can only twitch around.

“No need to be violent my king,” The Sculptor tilts his head causing a shadow to cast on his face with that angle, “I would never harm my royal customer. I always aim to please and satisfy my special majesty.”

“I’m sorry,” Theo pleads as he gets more afraid of the man in front of him, “I will be nice. I will not be rude again.”

“That is a good thing to promise yourself,” The Sculptor finally let Theo see his faint smiles, “but I cannot let you lay down like this. I have to make sure the ‘big boy’ gets the attention it needs.”

“No wait,” Theo protests is in vain as with another tug, Theo cannot do anything but moan. The pressure he had built up starts to overflow and the young man cock depense cum as powerful as a fire extinguisher. Theo groans as he notices the same hue of embering blue surrounding his body. Then, the hue rushes his cock and shoots out with his cum. Theo can feel himself getting weaker and weaker but he cannot do anything to stop it. Looking down again, Theo states in horrors as his sexy juicy pecs deflate rapidly like balloons. No longer a sexy bump on his chest, Theo can easily see his raging cumming cock. All the bumpiness on his abs softens and disappears. His shoulders collapse onto themselves while his arms thin out until they are nothing but just skin on bone. His tree trunk legs lose their size and definition as rapidly as other parts, leaving them looking like twigs. His face flares up as his jaws reshape themselves to become more soft. His adam apple shrinks as his voice makes him sound more like he never hit puberty. Theo’s bones shorten as his whole stature compresses onto itself, making him even tinier. Theo grabs onto the only part that is still big, hoping it will not shrink down; knowing it is in vain, Theo has to see and feel his pride get smaller and shrivel up into a nub that is less than an inch.

When he stops cumming, Theo just looks at his new body in disbelief. This is just a bad dream, he tells himself. No way it is real. The Sculptor then presents Theo clothes on his bed. The sexy navy blue tank tops and black shorts that Theo was so proudly wearing is now just a normal light blue t-shirt and even lighter blue shorts.

“Please don’t do this to me,” Theo tearfully says, “I don’t want to be small. Make me big again. I’ll be nice, I’ll change my way.”

“Thank you for using my service,” The Sculptor ignores Theo cries and dresses the shrunken man up himself, “I hope you are satisfied with your time.”

“I’m not,” Theo yells with his high pitched voice like a kid throwing a tantrum, “turn me back right now.”

“If this life changing experience does not bring you true happiness,” The Sculptor continues as he hoists Theo up into his arms, “Sculpting Wellness is always happy to refund in fun.”

“What are you doing? Put me down and change me back,” Theo just now realizes he has become even smaller than The Sculptor, someone that he deemed small and weaker, “I don’t want this.”

“Once again, we appreciate your time with us,” The Sculptor opens the giant doors and simply puts Theo down. “I wish you have a happy life and never need my service ever again,” The Sculptor glares down at the scared Theo with his ember blue glowing eyes before shutting the doors.

Theo tries to go back but the doors have disappeared. Looking back at where he is, he realizes that he is in the gym that he proudly claims is his territory. People are looking at the small Theo. Some just ignore him, but those he bullied give a satisfied smile. Theo walks back in shock and embarrassment as he bumps into someone. The man behind him is the second biggest guy in this gym that he has been tormenting and competing nonstop. The, now biggest, man smiles and grabs the tiny Theo up.

“I guess I’m in charge now,” the man says, “let go to my place and have my kind of fun.” Theo can only gulp and nod, knowing what he means.

Epilogue:

“Leave,” The Sculpture throws his pen at the opening door.

“Hey,” the hunky man yells as he dodge the pen, “is this how you treat your friend?”

“I am not going to give you a free massage,” The Sculptor looks up, “if you want to not feel so bloated, eat less, Trainer.”

“Are you calling me fat?” The Trainer pouts, “why are you so mean? Look at these perfect abs.”

“If you are here to annoy me,” The Sculptor glares, “I swear I’m going to….”

“Woah woah,” a giant hairy man enters the parlor from another door, “no need to fight.”

“Papa Bear!” The Trainer jumps onto the big man for a hug, “he was being mean first.”

“Don’t be too hard on him, Sculptor,” The Bear says as he pat The Trainer, “he's just being friendly.”

“Why are you two here?” The Sculptor sighs in defeat, “nothing good when both of you are here, at my place.”

“We were thinking,” The Bears answers.

“You might be a bit too harsh on him,” The Trainer adds.

“Define ‘him,’” The Sculpture raises his brow, “you both realize how many customers I had right?”

“Theo, the first customer you had today?” The Bear slowly asks, not wanting to hit a nerve.

Just like The Bear predicts, it struck The Sculptor’s nerve. Although the elegant dressing man barely changes expression, his body language surely does.

“I have no idea who you are talking about,” The Sculptor hit the keys on his computer louder and more aggressively, “I do not believe I ever had an appointment with anyone named Theo.”

“And you say I’m the forgetful one,” The Trainer teases The Sculptor before taking it when the man glares at him.

“What he means,” The Bear clears his throat, “is that you can talk to us. We are your friends after all.”

“You two won’t leave me alone until I tell you?” The Sculptor slumps down as he knows he will not get rid of these two easily.

“Nope,” The Trainer jumps down and grabs The Sculptor from his seat, “but we are not staying in this boring place. We are going to Bear place.”

“My treats,” The Bear laughs as he opens the door for the other two.

#muscle theft #The Sculptor #Sculpting Wellness

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talesofmuscles · 2 years ago

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Passing the Ball

Nate and John arrive at the beach earlier than usual today. The duo usually hang out at the beach around weekends but hate to see it get crowded. So today, they get up extra early and rush to the sandy place as fast as they can. Just like that, they get the whole place by themselves for a couple of hours.

They set up their items and settle down before realizing they forgot the volleyball. Nate laughs at the irony that the two best beach volleyball players in the area actually forget the one thing they love to do together. John just shakes his head.

“I guess we can use today as a cheat day,” Nate tries to lighten up the mood.

“We planned all of this just to waste time today,” John groans as he lays down on the sand.

“Maybe not,” Nate says as he spots something.

“What do you mean?“ John asks, “unless a random ball just magically rolls toward us. We can’t practice today.”

Just like that, a gust of wind pushes a volleyball toward them. It rolls and stops perfectly in front of both men.

“Woah man,” Nate teases, “I didn’t know you have magic.”

“I wish a million dollars would appear in front of us,” John sits and waits for another miracle. Of course, nothing happens.

“Damn,” John stands up and grabs the ball, “should have saved that magic wish for the money.”

Nate chuckles and follows John to the empty court. After warming up, they begin to go for some friendly rounds. John steps back and hits the ball, passing to Nate. At that moment, John feels a strange warm sensation but shrugs it off as just the sun. Nate hits the ball to pass back, getting that warm sensation. The two men continue to play before Nate accidentally trips.

“You’re ok?” John asks as he offers a hand to pull Nate up.

“Yeah,” Nate stands up with John’s offer, “Maybe I need some water. I feel like I just lost my balance.”

Nate walks back to their tables and grabs some water. John noticed something was off with Nate. Is he getting bigger? Both John and Nate are slim athletic men standing around 5’8. They both go to the gym regularly but spend more time with cardio than lifting; that is the reason why their bodies are so fit and thin. John thinks he just sees Nate's arms look a bit more swelled up but he thinks he’s just seeing things.

Nate quickly gets back and both resume their game. This time Nate passes to John, realizing his hit is somewhat more powerful. John can feel it too; when he passes back, the ball hits him harder than before. They both shake off that feeling again to pay attention to their game.

They become too fixated on the game that both of the men fail to see the ball start glowing. With each hit, a bit of their muscle gets slightly bigger. At first, the shoulders just be a tiny bit wider, the arms just look more defined, the glutes just be a bit bigger. But after the game has dragged on for half an hour, the change is too significant to be ignored. With each step, John's tanned body flexes those bulging muscles. The once slender man has changed into a magazine model. His shiny biceps curl up as he prepares to hit the ball back. His juicy legs shake as he jumps and lands. Those glorious pecs bounce with each movement. Nate is not immuned to the changes. The pale skinny man now looks like a world renown bodybuilder. His back contorts into a piece of art as he gets in position. His shoulder widened to redirect the incoming ball. His abs stretch as he bends back. They know they look different but the changes are so natural and welcoming.

When the game has gone one for more than an hour, those changes become a hindrance. John’s movement feel sluggish as his body gets too heavy. Nate can barely bend his arms to pass the ball back. Their muscles have been growing nonstop and they start to fight for space. They don’t know why they keep playing but their urge to pass the ball back is too great. They keep hitting the ball and run to. The game finally stops when John cannot handle his new weight and size anymore. With an oomph, John’s fall mini shockwaves on the sand. Nate quickly runs to help his friend up, as quickly as his body allow to.

“God you look so…” John comments as he stands up with the help of his friend.

“Big?” Nate asks.

“Swole,” John corrects. “Just look at us,” John flexes his arms which immediately show a basketball size bicep, “I don’t think our body can handle volleyball anymore.”

“What should we do,” Nate asks as he is just as confused. He looks down as his body, so thick and wide. He cannot see his toes pass the mountain of muscle.

“I feel so strong and heavy,” John sits down on the bench, trying to think.

Nate blushes a bit as his eyes wander around his friend's body. He always admire John for his skill but now with a roided up body, John is the perfect man Nate would ever dreamt of.

“Thinking of someone hot?” John suddenly asks, “you’re not very subtle with your horniness.”

Nate looks down in shock and embarrassment. His sport shorts are so small it barely hang on as he get an erection. It is like Nate is wearing a tent up thong with his dick aiming at his crush.

“Oh I’m so sorry,” Nate tries to push his click back but just rip his short instead, “fuck.”

“It’s cool,” John clears his throat, “I might have the same problem too.” Nate looks down and sure enough, the tanned bulky man dick has ripped through what were the swim trunks. “Could you give me a hand?” John awkwardly asks, “I can’t reach it. No homo though.”

“Sure,” Nate nods as he gets down onto his knees to help his friend, “no homo.”

John groans out as he feels his massive cock being handled by Nate’s big rough hands. Nate cannot help but try to get closer and closer to John cock. At first, it’s just a quick sniff but the lust get the best of him. He starts licking John’s cock tip and soon put it in his mouth. His body is so desperate for John musk that Nate puts John cock between his pecs and starts rubbing his whole body along the thick throbbing meat. John cannot see what is going on down there but the sudden blowjob and pecjob combo send him backward on the table. Nate cannot believe he is doing it but he has gone this far. The more Nate pushes his body, the more he hears John making noises. It turns Nate on so much that he doesn’t realize he is taking more of John into his mouth. Nate only stops when he feels the first thick load hitting the back of his throat. Pulling out, Nate is horrified that John already sits up and sees the cum trail down Natr mouth and pecs.

“I’m so sorry,” Nate says before being interrupted by John.

“You know what?” John smiles as kiss Nate, “fuck it. Full homo. I like you too Nate.”

“Wait really?” Nate’s question gets cut off by his own moan. John is now the one jerking him off.

“I don’t mind you peeking at me while I’m showering,” John winks, “or ‘accidentally’ takes my clothes.”

“You knew?” Nate's pale face is now redder than a tomato.

“I had some feeling,” John kisses Nate forehead as he tugs Nate cock harder, “you’re lucky I like you too.”

“John, wait, I’m going…” Nate cannot finish the sentence before his cock shoots out the pent up load.

“How about we get out of here before anyone finds out,” John stands up and offers a hand to Nate with a smile, “maybe we can explore more of ourselves back home.”

“There’s a lot of you to explore,” Nate smiles back but still blushing red, “maybe we can call a coach to see what we can do with the extra weight later.”

“Maybe that’s a good excuse for you to see me try lifting naked,” John teases Nate.

“God damn it you,” Nate yells.

John quickly grabs their stuff and runs back to the car. “Last one to the car has to do this week's chores,” he yells.

“That's cheating,” Nate laughs as he runs toward John.

#muscle growth #outsider tales

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talesofmuscles · 2 years ago

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Making Big Problem Small

It’s just another day for Tolga. Working out in the gym, taking shower and starting the day. It is just a routine that he is used to now. As he arrives at the gym, he sees someone is already at the machine. No problem, he can just work on warming up and other exercise before using the machine after the other man. After a while, Tolga notices the other man finishing his workout. The muscle man just stands up and walks away without wiping the sweat drenched equipment. Tolga quickly walks up to the other man.

“You can’t just leave the equipment like this,” Tolga sternly speaks to the other man, “it’s disgusting. Wipe it before you leave.”

“You can’t make me,” the muscle man spits back at Tolga, “if you want to use it, then wipe it yourself.”

“Don’t make it my problem,” Tolga patient is running thin, “be a responsible adult and wipe it.”

“Why are you making it a big problem bro?” The muscle man mocks Tolga, “are you a little sissy? Afraid of some sweat?”

“That's it,” Tolga snaps as the other man starts to turn his back to walk away.

The other muscle man chuckles as he starts walking. Suddenly he feels a shock on his body.

“Did you just shock me?” Now the other man is angry and gets close to Tolga so he can teach the bodybuilder a lesson.

Both men are at the same height and their muscles are just as big and thick as each other. They are basically as mighty as each other.

“You’ll regret this,” the muscle man grabs onto Tolga’s tank top, “I’ll make sure….”

The man's sentence gets cut off by a sudden moan. The muscle man is shocked by what just happened. He quickly covers his mouth.

“What was that?” Tolga crosses his arms, “were you trying to threaten me?”

“I’ll,” the muscle man pants and tries to suppress his moans, “I’ll teach you a lesson.”

Suddenly, the man feels another shock. This time his whole body feels extremely sensitive. So sensitive that he starts to sweat excessively. He trembles from the clothes on his body and gives him so much pleasure by just being on his body. The fabric rubs against his muscles is enough to make him hard.

“What’s going,” the man moans and trembles as he tries to cross his legs to cover his boner stretching his short, “on?”

That just makes it worse. The shifting of the fabric rubbing against his cock drives him insane. He quickly tries to stand straight but every movement just sends another jolt of pleasure.

Tolga, meanwhile, stands tall and watches the muscle man suffer from the unknown sensation sweeping over him.

“If you apologize and go wipe the machine,” Tolga calmly says, “then you might be free from this.”

“Fuck you,” the man finds his last once of courage and grabs onto Tolga tanks again. He is trying his best to establish dominance between them.

At that moment, the muscle man cock discharged from all the build up. He leans forward onto Tolga and lets out a loud moan. He cums so hard that his seed manages to penetrate out of the fabric and lands on Tolga’s shorts. As the man cums, he feels he’s getting weaker and weaker. He puts his hand down his pants to try and stop himself from cumming. However, that slight touch makes him bend backwards from intense sensation and he somehow cum even harder. He falls onto the floor as his cock keeps dumping what seems like an infinite amount of load. Paralyzed with pleasure the muscle man twitches on the floor and moans, not noticing his body is changing. His mighty pecs start to flatten down onto his body until it is a smooth plateau. What little body hair he had before soon disappears. The perfect abs are no more as his stomach loses all its definition, becoming flat and uninteresting. His arms and legs decrease in size rapidly like a balloon running out of air. His frame collapses onto itself, getting shorter and shorter with each moment. His moan rapidly climbs in pitch. The cock and balls, his pride and joy, justa quickly shrivel down into pathetic nub and raisins. He seems to cum the manliness himself. He feels so cold and weak but so blissful. His body shutters as his size compacts down.

The shrinking man is writing with the high of pleasure, Tolga takes a deep breath. His body starts to expand. Muscles build upon muscles. His clothes shred and tear apart from the growing muscles pushing out. His massive pecs now become more mountainous. His abs deepen, becoming more defined and hard. His arms and legs flex with power as they become the size of a watermelon. His cock, although not hard yet, grows bigger like a squash ripening. His balls expand like plumped apples, full of vitality. His hair grows out, making the already giant body look bigger and more intimidating. Tolga looks at his body in marvel, he has never grown this big before.

Once the man stops cumming, he calms down and opens to wake up to what happened. He is shocked that his muscles are gone. All these years of hard work are gone. He looks up and sees the massive monster of a man Tolga looking down at him. It almost dazed the small man to witness such greatness. At first he is stunned but then realizes what Tolga said before. Trying to appeal to Tolga’s mercy, he quickly goes onto his knees, clothes sliding off his body easily.

“I’ll wipe,” the high voice of the small man echos up, “I’m sorry. Please give me back my muscles. I’ll do it, I’ll do anything.”

“Good,” Tolga nods and grabs the small man up as gently as possible.

The giant Tolga quickly brings the small man to the machine and gives him the towel to start wiping. Since the man has shrunk the machine looks massive and almost impossible to wipe. Using both hands, the tiny man starts wiping. He tries to be as careful as possible, not missing a spot. The more he wipes, the better he feels. The small man can’t explain it but the more he wipes the machine, the stronger and energizing his body becomes. Soon, spots become easier to reach and the areas seem to be smaller to wipe. When he finishes, he stands up and sees himself back to his normal size in the mirror. He flexes naked as and touches his body to make sure nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect, just like how he was before.

“See, it’s not as hard as you make it,” Tolga touches the muscle man's shoulder, “now go and mop the floor. You made quite a mess.”

The muscle man turns around, expecting to see Tolga eye-to-eye so he can argue about it. He stops as he realizes Tolga is still bigger than him. The muscle man, even at his normal size, has to look up to see Tolga face past the muscle mountains that are Tolga’s pecs. Returning the man size did shrink Tolga down from his monstrous form but Tolga managed to keep the extra boost. Knowing he cannot win the fight, with a big gulp, the muscle man quickly runs to find a mop and clean up the floor. He knows better not to piss off someone bigger than himself, especially not when the giant just gave him a second chance. Tolga stands there with a smile, knowing he has taught another cocky musclehead a lesson.

#muscle theft #outsider tales

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talesofmuscles · 2 years ago

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THE TRAINER

Series: Sculpting Wellness

Real Name: [Unknown]

Other Nickname: The Gym Bro, Lifting Buddy, Charming Model, The Funny Friend (by The Bear), Horny Idiot (by The Sculptor)

Career: Owner of the Go-Go Gym

Appearance:

Height: Around 6’2 to 6’4

Weight: Around 200lbs to 235lbs

Body Type: Hunk

Hair Color: Blond

Body Hair: Short hair, well-trimmed beard and faint layer of body hair

Eyes color: Green (normal), neon red (using power)

Work Uniform: Red tank top, black shorts, socks, sneakers and a cap with the gym logo on it

Normal Clothes: Shirt, shorts, socks, sneakers and cap

Position: Needy, Submissive Power Bottom

Power: Musk Smoke

Appearance: A faint cloud of red smoke

Property: Allow The Trainer to charm and take away features (I.E muscle size, height, weight, fat, etc….) from the people who inhale the smoke

Effects: Extreme horniness, increases in vigor, being more aggressive and dominate

Downside: Inability to think independently, extreme need to dominate someone else, The Trainer cannot give back the things he drained

Limitation: The Trainer smoke effectiveness is based on his body heat and sweat (the hotter he is the more smoke he can produce)

Likes:

Showing off his body

Helping other people with their body goals

Using his power to help those with weight problem

Getting all the attentions

The Bear’s outgoing personality and openness

Dislikes:

Gym bullies

Wearing clothes that cover too much of his body

Being alone

Being ignored

The Sculptor’s attitude

Backstory:

As a stereotypical gym bro, he is obsessed to get that perfect body. He would sacrifice everything just to lose a bit of fat, gain a bit more muscle mass or getting a tiny bit taller. This obsession soon crashes down as he cannot possibly maintain his habit for a long time. During his recover and self-reflection, he received a gift. A power that transform his body into a muscular model anyone would envy for. Of course, he realized that there are flaws but is happy with the body he has. With the enlightenment of not achieving perfection, he want to use his power to help other to reach their goals without harming themselves.

The Go-Go Gym is a welcoming place for beginner and veterans alike. Every staff members, including The Trainer, would love to help anyone with questions, in need of assistance or jut wanting tips. Everyone here are encourage to work at their own pace. If people are shamed because of their body, The Trainer would gladly humble up the bullies. Every month, a lucky member will receive an exclusive ruby card. The card allows that member to have a whole month having a personalized training session with The Trainer himself. The perk always guarantees success, as proclaimed by The Trainer. Some people may think they can outsmart The Trainer; however, with the alluring smoke, The Trainer would always find a way to get on top of the situation.

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